This morning I got an e-mail to sign up for an upcoming race. My goodness! Is it that time of the year already? I seem to have been living in Running Oblivion, only to awaken this week to find out that the racing season is upon us.
The race I'm referring to, of course, is the Tallmadge Memorial 5K, a race I've run the past four years. Were you thinking of some other race? Oh, right, that Boston thing.
For us in the colder regions, I suppose the Boston Marathon kind of marks the start of marathon season, whereas it may mean the end of the season in hotter climates.
The more pleasing weather, my reckless return to running, and the realization that my usual spate of races are starting up soon has renewed my enthusiasm for running. While I don't have have aspirations to run Boston, I'm feeling the urge to try other races I've never run this year.
Bring it on. It's go time.
Wherein we discuss legs.
Barefoot Josh's mind takes a different muddy road when considering my recent runs: "The runner is back! Random thought: would it be better or worse if your calves felt like mud, and your Vibram's caked in jelly?"
Answer: What if my Vibrams were a jelly cake?
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates. Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Good luck to all you Boss Stoners -- beat Ryan Hall! Cheers!